My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness



"Where is the baby girl now?!"

Dustin's eyes sharpened as his gaze locked on Zion.

It was clear the baby Zion mentioned was none other than Dustin's twin sister. She was the only surviving bloodline of the Fox family apart from himself.

The mere mention of his sister was enough to stir a rare wave of emotion within him.

"Master Fox, I discovered that twenty years ago, the baby girl that the Fox family smuggled out ended up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Grayvale. Around five years later, the orphanage shut down, and all the children were relocated. The girl was reportedly adopted by a couple who took her out of Honora. Unfortunately, her whereabouts now remain unclear," Zion said in a steady voice.

Dustin's brows relaxed slightly.

Learning that his sister might still be alive filled him with a surge of hope and excitement.

He had to find her!

She was his only family left in this world.noveldrama

"Continue the investigation. No matter what the cost or effort, find her! If necessary, put all other tasks on hold until this is resolved," Dustin said firmly. “Any obstacles you face, I'll handle them. You're free to investigate this without restraint.”

Zion accepted the orders.

His mind was calculating how to juggle this priority alongside his other assignments.

"I'll do my utmost. However, my capabilities are limited, and I don't have full discretion over the members of other branches of the Martial League. I ask for your patience..." Zion said cautiously and did not dare to promise more than he could deliver.

Dustin raised a brow as he looked at Zion.

"You're quite efficient, even more so than some of my own people," he said plainly.

"It's my duty to serve you with all I have, Master Fox," Zion said immediately.

Dustin waved dismissively.

“Enough with the formalities. Step forward..."

Zion's nerves tightened as he approached Dustin.

He thought he had said something wrong that irritated Dustin and was about to face punishment.

"You're the branch leader of the

Martial League in Grayvale, yet your prowess at the top of the

grade barely holds the era

of

your position," Dustin said.

Zion flushed in embarrassment.

Logically, the leader of a city-level branch of the Martial League should be either a sovereign grade fighter or a Martial Saint.

While his exceptional achievements had earned him the post, his relatively weaker prowess was a glaring shortcoming.

He had wanted to break into the sovereign grade.

However, it was not that easy.

This was the greatest divide

between ordinary martial artists and

strong martial artists. The gap between someone at the top of the ninth grade and the sovereign grade was vast. Many martial artists spent their entire lives striving for a breakthrough, only to fall short.

Zion sighed deeply and prepared to explain his situation to Dustin.

"Forget it. You've done well enough. Consider this a reward," Dustin said.

Before Zion could respond, Dustin extended his finger and pressed it against his chest.

Zion's eyes widened in alarm.

The chest was a martial artist's greatest vulnerability. One impactful strike there could mean instant death.

Instinctively, he tried to dodge, but

Dustin's movements felt

inescapable, and he looked calm.

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Zion felt as though he was locked in place.

A faint hum resonated as Dustin's finger landed on Zion's chest. In an instant, a warm current surged through his body.

It coursed through his body quickly and left a soothing and invigorating sensation in its wake.

A strange feeling began to stir within him. His heart quivered, and his pure energy was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"Focus your mind and channel your martial technique,” said Dustin, and his voice broke through at a critical moment. Zion hurriedly obeyed, and the chaotic pure energy slowly subsided.